Truth is fluid, like molten lava,
it can be forged into many things.
Like truth,
I cannot be contained
in a single definition
of ***, diet, address, culture, occupation, income, hobby, brands, religion, genetics, being,  path, journey, source...

Everyday is potential chaos
waiting for us to caress
the stargate flower folds of time
until it's dripping, throbbing,
electrified enough
for us to twist our fingers inside
as it moans in deja vu serendipity.

Everyday I am a new person
born from subconscious dreams.
There is potential for me to undo everything
in my life by a simple choice of deciding
to eat a sourkraut and mayonnaise sandwich
with salmon roe despite the fact I dislike all of those things.
Or I could put my head in an oven.
I could get hit by a bus.
I could save someone from choking.
Maybe the best **** of my life awaits tomorrow!
  
Everyday has potential,
though some days I waste it.
Sometimes I wallow in dark steaming ***** pits
of self despair berating myself for something dumb
like not being happy enough.
Then other days it feels like
I could ****** a dragon into my bed.

Either way, I am allowing these moments to flow freely
as I swim unabashed in their currents.

I cannot be contained
because I am a living being,
every part of me is moving
atoms that make up my skin cells
to the blood cells
to my breath
to my blinking eyes
to my mind
to time
to this large blue planet hurling through space!

By the time you try and define me
I've already disappeared
into the deep flow of time and space.
So catch up if you dare.

I am a 27 year old misfit artist diving deeper into a profound, glistening amethyst molten ocean of love with a soul older than mine yet struggling to allow love in my heart for lazy, apathetic family afraid to rock the boat  yet wallows and wades in frigid desert dunes of dried ice where water no longer exists.

I am thirteen years old and encouraged to read a poem I wrote in front of the class by my English teacher, my heart glows as a new buzzing azure jazz saxophone sound emerges in my mind as this is the first time any educator has encouraged me.

I am two or three years old running around this humongous place called apartment while my dad is chasing me with this giant eye that captures movement and sound on tapes and I'm having trouble seeing the rest of his hairy face.

I am twenty-five and holding my best friend as that rich radiant  poetic tragicomedic light fades away from his irises for several seconds of lifetimes while the seizure scrambles and mangles and tangles his mind until he suddenly blinks yet cannot think of my name.

I am twelve and at four in the morning suddenly develop this tingling vibration in my pants after I stopped flipping channels on my grandparents cable television as it landed on this inappropriate movie about a lady with huge ******* giving this guy a blowie.

I am eight or nine and scared, some six or seven kids from third grade are hitting me, kicking me, dragging me while teachers watch for a few then turn away and I feel so powerless when they spit on me and hurl my body against the tree.

I am eighteen and ready to tackle the world after graduating high school and performing two different parts in the musical after replacing a guy and taking 'the girl' to prom after she chose me and not the other guy I had to replace only to find myself dating her and another at the same time! Oh what folly and foolish revelry is this!?

I am all of these,
embracing the choices
and voices and being
knowing every breath and heartbeat
every fluttering eye and handshake
and kiss has catapulted, imploded
and cuckoo capitulated and molten molded me
into the being I am right now!

Breathing, the heart slows…
my body releases me.
My mind now travels.

Don't let the man steal all your hope of time and space.
#truth #forever #changes #us

An anxiety designed to prevent learning.

Over the phone like smiles I'd just
plan, had it all mapped, all these people
run. You made me at this party
no one about looked happy.
Wanted to ruin and on the surface
I know I've seen you India.
They asked about disguised
at the paper cause a chineses
story due, also
everyone was a spench detective.
But I was the
only truth, the yellow
looks
you were good you
before the sun eye
nobody knew where
your mom and dad manager
didn't want to.

So I let Texan
the real world
kept up hope to
hear from you that
the
floor
no one
saw.

It seems like this place has a certain pull, it's bringing people here. What's attracting so many?

*Because they can hear the silence

Words surround me,
some beckon for attention.
Once I gaze upon the loudest,
I’m overcome—
suddenly I AM that word,
briefly, inking itself to paper,
occasionally wrapping on the laptop
in an attempt to live a little bit longer
in the lexicon of time.

When the vast majority
of a population decides
to define something.

A collection of truths, agreed upon
by the vast majority of people
before you were born.

I said something
I thought could be.

She listened.

We breathe together--
heartbeats conjure symphonies
Dusk sky shines for us.

Choosing what to remember as fact
over long periods of time.

Just like time,
people don't know--

World(s) away
eyes face sky,
(the) body want(s)
(to) feel life.

The most common barrier
of culture.

A decision when
to contain one's imagination.

infinite beauty.
Technically, she's everywhere.
Must have good vision.